The Woman in the Supermaret

Based on real life, plus a lot of fantasy. I did flirt with the same till assistant. She did threaten to smack my legs. At the time I lacked the confidence to ask out an older woman.

It was the nineteen eighties. Mark was twenty four and was three years into his first professional job in computing. In those days everyone in computing wore a dark suit with a white shirt and tie.

Mark shared a house with two other similar graduates. One was a recently qualified history teacher and the other a trainee chartered accountant. They were enjoying life. After years of student poverty they were now earning a decent salary. They had no dependents and their monthly outgoings were a small fraction of their ever increasing salary.

They didn't plan their meals ahead. Frequently they would just eat out in restaurants or get a takeaway rather than cook food. If Mark did decide to cook food he would have to visit the local Safeway's to buy the food for his dinner.

Mark was an extrovert and was happy to chat with pretty much anyone. At the supermarket, Mark had a favourite checkout assistant called Betty. She was cheerful and chatty and they got on well together. She was clearly ten years older than Mark, but nether the less he found her attractive. Whenever it came to join a checkout queue Mark would always look for Betty and choose her till.

She noticed that Mark was always in her queue and looked forward to seeing him. They would chat and banter every time she served him. Betty would comment on what he was buying for his tea. She would scold him about how unhealthy it was. Something about how she spoke to him turned Mark on. She was married with kids and clearly older than Mark but somehow they just clicked. Neither knew each others names, but that didn't matter. Mark fancied Betty and Betty fancied Mark.

Betty loved having this well spoken young professional man showing interest in her. Her colleagues noticed that Mark always choose Betty's till. They were a little jealous at the attention she was getting. They would tease her that her posh toy boy was waiting to see her again.

Betty noticed that Mark always had a pager clipped to his belt. She wondered if he was a doctor, but he dressed more formally than any doctor she had seen. He wore an expensive suit, fine cotton shirts and beautiful silk ties. The clothes he was casually wearing to work obviously cost more than she earned in a month. What work could such a young man do that was so important that they would need him to respond immediately? She became fascinated by him.

Betty had an ample bust. As it came time for Mark to arrive she would undo a few buttons to show her cleavage. Mark loved Betty's bosom and always sneaked a look. When she caught him looking she would refer to him as her naughty young man. Whenever she used the word naughty, something stirred in Mark. He secretly imagined himself being bent over her lap being spanked.

If Mark hadn't visited for a while Betty would say, "I wondered where you have been, up to no good I'm sure."

Often Mark would say that he had been working away in London or Edinburgh. Betty couldn't help wondering what work did he do?

Sometimes Mark would explain that he had been eating out or having takeaways. Betty would scold him about saving his money and eating properly. Mark would just smile and cheekily say something like, "Yes Mum."

One day after such an exchange Betty said, "Oh, you are a naughty young man. I'm not that old. I should smack your legs for being cheeky."

This really turned Mark on and he replied, "Hmm, I think I might like that."

They made eye contact and Betty said, "You're really naughty, what you need is a good spanking."

Mark boldly said, "Yes please, would you like to go out? Whats you number?"

Betty whispered, "No, I'm a married woman its too risky. You give me your number."

Mark's company provided him with business cards to give to customers. He kept a few with his home address and number written on in his top pocket. He gave one to Betty saying, "Use my home number, its written on the back."

Mark watched fascinated as Betty slipped the card in between her breast and her bra. He had never seem a woman use her bra to store something before. They looked at each other and Betty smiled saying, "I will keep it there, it will remind me to call you later."

As soon as she had the chance Betty took out the card and read it. It seemed that her naughty young man worked for a well known multinational computer company. His job title was a Systems Programmer.

Later after Betty had cooked, eaten with the family and put the kids to bed she rang. Mark quickly answered. Betty recognised his voice and immediately started scolding him, "Well Mark, you are a naughty boy aren't you? Asking a nice married lady out on a date. I can't be seen with you in a pub or a restaurant. How about I come around to your place and we see where it goes from there."

Mark didn't know her name, so just said, "Yes Miss, that sounds great."

Betty replied, "Its a long time since anyone called me Miss. Everyone calls be Betty, but I do like the sound if it. Anyway, I sometimes go out to the bingo on a Thursday. How about I come around to yours at seven thirty on Thursday and give you a good spanking?"

Mark replied, "Yes Miss, that sounds great. Would you like to join me for supper?"

Betty said, "Don't be silly, don't you know anything? I will have to cook and have tea with my family before I go out to bingo. I will expect you to be dressed in your suit, it really turns me on!"

Mark didn't know anything about bingo or women like Betty. All his experience was with polite middle class ladies like his mother and fellow students from university. They didn't store things in their bra and wouldn't dream of going to a bingo hall. He was beginning to wonder if this was a good idea. This confident working class woman was clearly going to eat him for breakfast. He found that prospect rather exciting.

Mark told his house mates he had a date with the lady from the super market and she would be coming around on Thursday. They were amused but agreed to be out for the evening to give him some space.

On Thursday he worked late, arriving home thirty minutes before the agreed time. He would usually change as soon as he returned home hanging up his jacket and trousers. It was strange sitting in the lounge in his suit, it felt like he was nervously waiting for an appointment with the headmaster. As time went by his nervousness and excitement grew.

By the time the door bell went he was far from his usual confident self. Mark answered the door and was somewhat awestruck by Betty. She looked magnificent. A push up bra presented her ample bosom for his immediate attention. Betty wore a knee length skirt and her legs looked fantastic in her sheer stockings. Mark just stood there admiring the view then said, "Betty you look beautiful."

Betty was obviously pleased by this compliment but said, "Well, are we going to stand here all day or can I come in?"

Mark apologised and showed Betty into the living room. He noticed she was carrying a postal tube. He asked what was in the tube. Betty laughed saying, "You are clueless aren't you? You will soon find out.

Betty stood back and admired Mark in his suit and said, "You do look lovely in your suits, I love a man dressed smartly."

She circled him feeling the fine cloth. Betty told him to take off his jacket. She watched as he removed the jacket and hung it on a proper coat hanger. She said, "I like the way you hang it up properly."

Betty circled around him like a shark. She couldn't resist feeling his muscular body in his fine cotton shirt. She said, "I love the clothes you wear. Anyway, I can't wait to get you over my knee for a spanking, lets go up to your room. Lead the way young man."

Mark went upstairs followed by Betty. She couldn't resist smacking his bottom a few times as she followed him up the stairs.

They entered Marks room. It was a large bedroom with a double bed, a desk and chair etc. Betty took the straight backed chair from the under the desk, turned it around and sat on it. Mark looked down at Betty's cleavage enjoying the view. Betty said, "That's enough looking down my blouse you naughty boy, strip down to your pants and then put your hands on your head."

Mark removed his tie, rolled it up and put it in a draw. Next came his shirt which was thrown into the washing basket. Mark sat on the bed and removed his socks before standing and taking off his trousers. He carefully folded his trousers, clipped then to a hanger and hung them up. He then stood in front of Betty.

Betty put her hands on Mark's hips and turned him around so he was side on to her. With her left hand she touched the front of his pants feeling up his penis and balls. With her her right hand she smacked the back of Mark's legs and said, "I told you to put your hands on your head, you are a naughty boy."

Mark quickly put his hands on his head. It was so exciting standing there like a naughty boy being touched up and spanked at the same time. Mark squirmed around. Betty's groping quickly gave him an erection. The continued spanking of his legs had him hopping about as his legs stung like crazy. Betty certainly knew how to smack a boys legs.

Betty stopped spanking and turned Mark around to face her. Mark's penis was now fully erect. Betty scraped her finger nails across Mark's pants stimulating his balls and penis. Her other hand was stroking and pinching his nipples. She pulled down his pants and Mark's penis stood to attention. Betty said, "Thats lovely, is it for me? Maybe later, after you've had a good spanking."

Betty pulled up her skirt revealing her lovely legs. She was wearing light grey stockings. Marks eyes were drawn to her bare thighs above her stockings and the little triangle of her white panties.

She looked fantastic, the glimpse of her panties ignited his libido into action. Mark's first thought was to get between her legs and explore with his fingers and tongue. He knelt in front of her and gently placed his hands on her knees to separate her legs. Betty was very tempted. But she scolded him saying, "Where do think you're going young man? You need a good spanking first. Get up and bend over my knee."

Mark got up and awkwardly went over Betty's lap. Betty told him to lift up and adjusted his position so his penis was squeezed between her thighs. Mark enjoyed the stimulation of his penis rubbing against Betty's silky stockings. Betty now had Mark exactly where she wanted him. Submissively bent over her lap. She started just feeling and then spanking his bottom.

Betty started gently warming his bottom with a "base coat" of spanks. She then gradually increased the frequency and strength of the smacks until she was spanking with full force. Mark's bottom quickly went from rosy pink to red as he squirmed on her lap. He was becoming more and more excited as he bounced up and down on Betty's lap with his penis pushing between Betty's thighs.

Betty knew all about how excited naughty boys get when their penis is between her thighs. She was expertly watching for the signs and stopped before Mark ejaculated. Betty said, "I know what you naughty boys are like, you aren't allowed to come yet."

Mark lay over Betty's lap exhausted from the spanking. Betty spread her legs a little and pushed Mark's thighs apart. Her hand dipped between Mark's legs feeling his testicles and penis. She rubbed her hand along his penis bringing Mark closer and closer to coming. Betty gently masturbated him collecting his pre cum on her fingers.

Again just before Mark came, Betty stopped. She waited as Mark came down. As he was coming down, Betty rubbed her finger sticky with his pre cum over his anus. Betty's experience was teaching Mark a thing or two about the advantages of an older woman. No woman is own age had ever played with him like this.

Without warning Betty smacked her hand down with full force on the back of Mark's leg. He squealed in anguish. Betty smiled to herself, she closed her thighs around his penis and began roasting the back of Marks legs with vengeance. Once the back of his legs were bright red Betty spread his legs apart and smacked the insides of his thighs.

By the time Betty stopped she had brought him to the point where he was about to start crying. He had never been spanked so hard in his life. Strangely the heat from his legs had spread to his groin like never before. Betty had conquered Mark. The proud young professional had been reduced to an over excited boy about to start blubbering. What he needed was a bit of corner time.

To be continued...